Cook, taking off
'er bonnet as soon as she got indoors and pitching it on the chair he was
just going to set down on.
"It's so awk'ard," ses old Cook, rubbing his 'cad. "Fact is, Charlie, we
pretty near gave 'em to understand as we'd buy it."
"It's as good as settled," ses Mrs. Cook, trembling all over with temper.
"They won't settle till they get the money," ses Charlie. "You may make
your mind easy about that."
"Emma's drawn it all out of the bank ready," ses old Cook, eager like.
Charlie felt 'ot and cold all over. "I'd better take care of it," he
ses, in a trembling voice. "You might be robbed."
"So might you be," ses Mrs. Cook. "Don't you worry; it's in a safe
place."
"Sailormen are always being robbed," ses George Smith, who 'ad been
helping young Bill with 'is sums while they 'ad gone to look at the shop.
"There's more sailormen robbed than all the rest put together."
"They won't rob Charlie," ses Mrs. Cook, pressing 'er lips together.
"I'll take care o' that."
Charlie tried to laugh, but 'e made such a queer noise that young Bill
made a large blot on 'is exercise-book, and old Cook, wot was lighting
his pipe, burnt 'is fingers through not looking wot 'e was doing.
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